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  Intimate Temptations 1

  Intimate Persuasions

  Ann moved to Oakdale for a fresh start, and when she met Quinn, a sexy cowboy, she instantly fell for him. Unable to deny herself the need to have him, she gives in to a secret fantasy, only to fear their relationship will end before it truly starts.

  Quinn soon realizes Ann means more to him than he ever could have imagined. He feels a connection with her that's much deeper than physical, but he has secret desires he keeps to himself, afraid to scare her with what he wants most.

  Will they find a way to show each other their true selves and finally love each other completely? And if so, will Ann give him a part of herself she has given to no man before?

  Genre: Contemporary, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 57,201 words

  INTIMATE PERSUASIONS

  Intimate Temptations 1

  Nicole Morgan

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  IMPRINT: Erotic Romance

  INTIMATE PERSUASIONS

  Copyright © 2009 by Nicole Morgan

  E-book ISBN: 1-60601-598-2

  First E-book Publication: November 2009

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  DEDICATION

  "I wrote Intimate Persuasions because I feel it addresses an issue that many couples today don't confront—their own sexual desires. All too often, we ignore want we truly want for fear of embarrassment or rejection. This story will hopefully show you that with the right person there is nothing so taboo that two people can't share with one another."

  I dedicate this book to the wonderful publishers, authors, readers and friends I have met during my writing endeavors. Without your expertise or friendly advice this may not have been possible.

  INTIMATE PERSUASIONS

  Intimate Temptations 1

  NICOLE MORGAN

  Copyright © 2009

  Chapter One

  Ann pulled to the side of the road, cursing as she brought her car to a stop. “Damn it,” she muttered as she got out and saw the evidence of the obnoxious thump that had been plaguing her for the last few minutes. What was she going to do now? She glanced at her perfectly manicured hands, knowing that there was no way she was going to risk damage to them while changing a tire. She sighed because despite the manicure, she had no idea how to change a tire anyway.

  Frustration overcame her and she kicked the tire. In retrospect that wasn’t the best idea, seeing as how she was wearing open toed, small-heeled sandals. Hobbling and cursing, she caught sight of a car pulling up behind her. Biting her bottom lip on the pain she stood up and looked at the man coming towards her.

  “Oh great,” she whispered under her breath. The man had ‘ride me’ written all over his face. If this was going to be another one of those ‘I’ll help you if you help me’ sort of things then he could forget it.

  “Well, hello there pretty lady.” He spit the toothpick out of his mouth and continued, “Need a little help, do ya?”

  Be nice, maybe he’s not as sleazy as he seems. “Yes, I’m afraid I have a flat tire and I don’t know how to change it.”

  He nodded smugly. “That’s all right darling. I’ll fix you up right good.”

  You have got to be kidding me. The way that he was leering at her was giving his statement all sorts of alternate meanings. “Listen, I just need help with the tire. I really don’t need help with anything else.”

  Not getting the hint, he came toward her. “Oh come on darling, after I fix your tire, you can thank me properly.” He grabbed her.

  Ann had been ready. She’d met his type before and knew that his Neanderthal persona was merely lurking beneath the surface. She struggled against him and made her first attempt to knee him in the groin. He had been ready for her also though and swiftly moved out of the way, laughing at her attempt. Her eyes widened at the thought that he might actually be able to overpower her.

  He pushed her against the side of the car and ground his hardness against her. Muttering lewd things in her ear, he attempted to grab under her shirt. Struggling against him, she gave her knee another hard and swift thrust upward. She was startled and thrown off balance as her knee was met with complete air. Where did he go?

  “Leave…the…lady…alone! Got it?” A tall and muscular stranger who had dark hair peeking out from underneath a Stetson shouted to the man who was now lying on the ground.

  Ann stared at him, mesmerized by the glorious sight of his back side. Damn did he look hot! And that cowboy hat. Yeehaw, ride ‘em cowboy. And how tall was he? At least six and a half feet. She was interrupted from her mini fantasy as he shouted at the man again.

  “I said to leave the lady alone. Did you not understand that?”

  Stuttering the man shuffled to his feet. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll go.” He got up and ran to his car.

  The mysterious and sexy stranger walked to the man in three strides, “Apologize to the lady, and then get your sorry ass out of here!” He was now grabbing onto his shirt and inches from the man’s face.

  “S-Sorry ma’am.”

  “Good, now get your ass out of here!”

  He waited for the man to drive away before turning to face her. Oh my, if she would have gone to a sketch artist and described her ideal man she couldn’t have done a better job. He was complete perfection in the masculine form. And the cowboy hat added to her fantasy about tenfold.

  “Are you all right?” He walked toward her as he asked the question.

  He was talking to her right? She should say something. Yeah, definitely. Say something, anything.

  “Ma’am?”

  He was closer to her now and she was fairly certain that the temperature had risen a good twenty degrees. “I ah, I’m fine.”

  He gave her a half smile. “Men can be real assholes sometimes, huh?”

  She laughed, she couldn’t help it. He was right. Men could be real assholes sometimes. And how nice of him to be so astute to
that fact. It was, after all, partially why she had left that jerk Larry and moved here. Oh no, she suddenly remembered. The reason she was on this god forsaken dirt road in the first place. The Roadhouse. She was going to be late for her interview.

  “Can you change a flat?” She asked him abruptly.

  “Yes I can. You got a spare?”

  A spare? What the hell is a-- oh, a spare. “Yeah, it’s in the trunk.”

  “All right then.” He walked to the back of her car and waited for her to unlock the trunk. Not even giving her the chance, he reached in and hauled the tire out. “You got an iron, a jack?”

  “Huh?”

  He laughed at her, “Never mind. I’ll be right back.”

  She watched him as he walked away. Boy did she watch him. Shouldn’t it be illegal for an ass to look that good?

  He came back over from his truck with two objects that looked like – oh a tire iron and a jack. That’s what he meant.

  “I really appreciate you helping me out like this.”

  She watched in admiration as he worked his back muscles. While he was jacking up the car he turned and answered her.

  * * * *

  “Sure. No problem. Maybe when we’re done you can give me a little sugar.” He waited for her outrage to begin. He had only been kidding. But when he looked up at her, outrage was not what he saw.

  “I was only kidding,” he told her, very aware of his constricting jeans. If he didn’t know better he would swear she had been mentally undressing him. Did it just get hotter out here? He removed his hat from his head and wiped his brow. He got a better look at her while doing so. She was a brunette, long wavy hair, with pretty almond shaped eyes. Yeah, it was definitely hotter out here.

  She didn’t say anything, but merely stared at him as he continued to flex his muscles while he changed her tire.

  Ten minutes later he placed her flat in the trunk of her car and headed over to his truck to place his tire iron and jack back in his tool box. He brushed off his hands and was all set to turn and maybe ask her name when she was suddenly right there in front of him.

  “Okay, well you’re all set.” Why was she looking at him like that? Like she hadn’t eaten in days and he was a buffet.

  * * * *

  Just do it Ann. You’ll never see him again. Wasn’t it one of your fantasies? A hot interlude, on a hot day, with a hot guy? What woman wouldn’t want to go for it, and that cowboy hat was the final straw in what she needed to just about send her over the edge. Oh hell, who was she kidding? She was already over the edge! Not giving herself time to think twice she grabbed onto his snug fitting shirt and dove in for glory.

  * * * *

  He was startled as his hat flew off from her attack. She was devouring him, ravishing him with every swipe of her tongue. He was shocked for a moment, not sure what to do. Then like a tornado of lust it all came back to him. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and danced it all around inside, relishing in the feeling of the velvety heat of her kiss. Reaching down and around he grabbed onto her ass and lifted her to him.

  He gritted his teeth at the feel of her legs wrapping around his waist. Her kisses were erotic. Had he ever been kissed so aggressively by a woman before? He didn’t think so, because with every glide of her tongue he could feel her heated core rubbing against his already straining erection. Jesus, she really wanted him. From the way she was grinding against him he would say she wanted him now. He was definitely attracted to her, but he never would have expected to get so incredibly lost in the feel of her body.

  He was the first to pull away. Breathless he said, “Wait, what are we doing?”

  Kissing the side of his neck and nibbling on his ear she whispered, “I can tell you what I’d like to be doing, cowboy.”

  He wanted to laugh. What was it with women when he wore this hat? But God, her tongue. She was causing a fire to race straight down to his cock with every lick and nibble. “Why? Who are you?” And why the hell do I care?

  “It doesn’t matter. Please. I’ve…never done anything like this before. But I’ve wanted to. I’ve fantasized about this, exactly this.” She kissed him again. She was so hot for him right now it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust.

  “You’ve fantasized? About this?” He had to know more. “What exactly?” Why in God’s name did he freaking care? She was sexy as all hell with her chestnut brown hair, gorgeous green eyes and luscious body. Just give her what she wants already, he told himself.

  Just barely pulling away from his neck, she said “I want to be fucked by a cowboy. I want you to spread me out on the hood of my car and make me come.”

  Holy Shit! “What if someone sees us? Any number of people drive this road every day. We can’t just, oh to hell with it, come here.”

  Holding onto her tighter he palmed her ass as he walked her over to her car. Leaning over, he gently laid her against the hot metal. He heard her gasp at the slight burn to her skin. He trailed his tongue down into the valley of her cleavage as he reached his hands under her thin t-shirt. Once his fingers made their way underneath her bra, she arched into him. He couldn’t take anymore. He had to see her, have her, fuck her.

  “Get undressed.” His command was half spoken, half groaned.

  Ann looked up at him with wide eyes. For some reason she was just realizing what she was doing. What was she doing? She should stop this. Right? But she didn’t listen to her internal warnings.

  “What’s your name, cowboy?” She asked, but not sure why.

  “Get undressed,” he said it again as he was unbuttoning his jeans.

  For reasons unbeknownst to her, she got off the hood of her car and stripped down to her birthday suit. There she stood, on a barren stretch of road, luckily without another car in sight, as she felt her juices dripping from her pussy.

  “Lie down and spread your legs.” He waited for her to do as he told her. “God damn, you’re gorgeous.”

  She slid down the hood of the car closer to him as he grabbed her hips and brought her nearer. “Are you sure you want this?”

  She nodded as she reached for him. “Yes, please, I want this.” She whispered.

  He pulled a condom from his wallet and stared at her intently as he sheathed himself. “Play with your tits. Rub them together.” He watched her while she began massaging her nipples until the centers jutted outward in invitation. “Oh yeah. God, you’re fucking beautiful.” His mouth was watering. He bent his head down and captured one of the rosy beauties in his mouth.

  “Ooh, mmm.” Ann arched into him further.

  He was working his tongue over her nipple. From the way her body was writing underneath his ministrations he knew he was. sending tiny little pinpoints of pleasure down to her already aching and throbbing pussy. Never, ever had he been this turned on for a woman before. He had to have her. Now.

  * * * *

  “Now! Please. I’m so…” She started to beg him, but her plea was interrupted by the feel of him thrusting inside of her. Oh! Ouch! How big was he? This wasn’t like she had thought it would be, she thought to herself as he continued to plunge into her over and over again. It almost hurt.

  She could feel her heat. She knew how tight she was, but wasn’t prepared for this type of a sensation. She wasn’t prepared for this type of discomfort. Never had she felt this amount of pain during sex before. His girth was more than her little body could handle. Looking up at him she felt a small twinge of regret that he was clearly enjoying it so much. Her regret wasn’t enough to let him continue though. She blinked and a small tear escaped, sliding down her cheek. As soon as it did she saw the hesitation in him as he slowed his pace. “Are you okay?” He stopped in mid thrust to ask her.

  “I…I’ve never been with anyone so…I’m sorry.” How did you tell a man that he was too big? Isn’t that like an oxymoron to every woman’s fantasy?

  Great, this again. “Am I hurting you?”

  She nodded, “I’m sorry.”

  “Fuck!” He scr
eamed in frustration as he pulled out of her.

  Getting up off of the car, Ann reached for her clothes and haphazardly put them on. “I’m really sorry.”

  He yanked up his jeans and buttoned them while looking at her. “Yeah. I know. I’ve heard it all before.” He picked up his hat from the ground and headed towards his truck.

  “Wait!” She ran after him. Why did she feel like the world’s biggest tease? When she got to him she placed a hand to his arm. “I’m sorry, really I am.”

  He shrugged. “Forget it. I’ve become quite accustomed to having to stop in the middle.” He glanced at his hand mockingly. “My buddy here will take care of it. See you around.”

  He got in the truck and sped away as she stood there. She didn’t miss the bitterness that etched his voice. She was the one that had started things and then had stopped him midway through. It was a small town. She had no doubt that he would eventually figure out who she was. Surely her name would be written on a bathroom wall somewhere tomorrow. ‘For a rotten fuck call Ann,’ it would say.

  She turned to go toward her car. She was sore. She’d only ever been with two men. If she was honest with herself, they weren’t very big, at least not by Playgirl’s standards. She didn’t get a look at the size of him, but he seemed to stretch her to absolute maximum capacity. He had to be huge, freakishly so. Why else would she have felt so much discomfort? And why with him being gone did she suddenly feel so very empty, with the need to be filled by him all over again?

  Ann sat in her car for a moment. How was she going to go to the interview now? She looked disheveled. But it was just a Roadhouse. The rowdy bar would probably get its fair share of messy-looking patrons. She reached in her purse and grabbed her brush. Once she was satisfied, she put on some lip gloss and smacked her lips together. Oh well, it’s better than nothing. It would have to be good enough because she really needed this job. The lady working the front desk at the hotel she was staying at had said the waitresses there made great tips.